.. me. We had to stop now and again and explain even the simplest actions.On the way back, it was like we were invisible. Not one person spoke or even...looked at us. Several people looked through us but no hint of recognition.“Disconcerting,” I said.“What?”“We’re invisible,” I stated.“They’re just busy,” Jim said.“Okay,” I said ... but it wasn’t.There was more going on than meets the eye ... because we weren’t ... meeting the eye ... any eye. I wondered if the animals noticed our passing ... not. Ravaged by both familiar and strange cocks, Mrs. Anand could barely think about anything. The spicy scent overpowered her senses. Hands groping, fondling, and caressing sent her body into overdrive.“Look, how wet she is getting!”“What a nympho!”“A slut, a proper slut!” They called out to each other.“Yes! Yes, I am a nympho! I am slut, a bitch!”Suddenly, the dick she was deep-throating erupted inside. Thick ropy cum spurted inside, threatening to choke her. But he didn’t stop, and neither did. ?I sat back on the couch, stunned, stymied. There was really nothing I could do to spare Lynette.?There is one more thing.? Brett added.He called out, through the open door ?Jane!?A young, beautiful blonde girl not more than an inch taller than five feet came in. She wore a light blue shift like mini dress that barely reached the tops of her thighs. Its gossamer fabric enhanced her charms, revealing also that she had nothing underneath. Her small, pedicured feet were bare.?Hi,? she said looking. You must be very proud?” His velvet voice brought me back to reality. No one had ever said something like that about my cunt. My pussy was my “money-spinner,” because men paid me to allow them to stick their cocks into it. I loved it that he called my cunt “her.” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved downwards to cover my.